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alternative medicine and the need for women todetermine the future because men had made such a mess of the past. Eva was all for that, and when she drove down to fetch the quads it was definitely one of her better days. New possibilities were burgeoning all over the place.

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    They were burgeoning all over the place for Wilt as well, but he wouldn’t have put the day into the category of one of his better ones. He had returned to his office smelling of The Pig In A Poke’s best bitter and hoping he could do some work on his lecture at the airbase without being disturbed, only to find the County Advisor on Communication Skills waiting for him with another man in a dark suit. ‘This is Mr Scudd from the Ministry of Education,’ said the Advisor. ‘He’s making a series of random visits to Colleges of Further Education on behalf of the Minister, to ascertain the degree of relevance of certain curricula.’
    ‘How do you do,’ said Wilt, and retreated behind his desk. He didn’t like the County Advisor very much, but it was as nothing to his terror of men in dark grey suits, and three-piece ones at that, who acted on behalf of the Minister of Education. ‘Do take a seat.’
    Mr Scudd stood his ground. ‘I don’t think there’s anything to be gained from sitting in your office discussing theoretical assumptions,’ he said. ‘My particular mandate is to report my observations, my personal observations, of what is actually taking place on the classroom floor.’
    ‘Quite,’ said Wilt, hoping to hell nothing was actually taking place on any of his classroom floors. There had been a singularly nasty incident some years before when he’d had to stop what had the makings of a multiple rape of a rather too attractive student teacher by Tyres Two, who’d been inflamed by a passage in By Love Possessed which had been recommended by the Head of English.
    ‘Then if you’ll lead the way,’ said Mr Scudd and opened the door. Behind him, even the County Advisor had assumed a hangdog look. Wilt led the way into the corridor.
    ‘I wonder if you’d mind commenting on the ideological bias of your staff,’ said Mr Scudd, promptly disrupting Wilt’s desperate attempt to decide which class it would be safest to take the man into. ‘I noticed you had a number of books on Marxism – Leninism in your office.’
    ‘As a matter of fact, I do,’ said Wilt and bided his time. If the sod had come on some sort of political witch-hunt, the emollient response seemed best. That way the bastard would land with his bum in the butter, but fast.
    ‘And you consider them suitable reading matter for the working-class apprentices?’
    ‘I can think of worse,’ said Wilt.
    ‘Really? So you admit to a left-wing tendency in your teaching.’
    ‘Admit? I didn’t admit to anything. You said I had books on Marxism – Leninism in my office. I don’t see what that’s got to do with what I teach.’
    ‘But you also said you could think of worse reading material for your students,’ said Mr Scudd.
    ‘Yes,’ said Wilt, ‘that’s exactly what I said.’ The bloke was really getting on his wick now.
    ‘Would you mind amplifying that statement?’
    ‘Glad to. How about Naked Lunch for starters?’
    ‘ Naked Lunch? ’
    ‘Or Last Exit From Brooklyn . Nice healthy reading stuff for young minds, don’t you think?’
    ‘Dear God,’ muttered the County Advisor, who had gone quite ashen.
    Mr Scudd didn’t look any too good either, though he inclined to puce rather than grey. ‘Are you seriously telling me that you regard those two revolting books … that you encourage the reading of books like that?’
    Wilt stopped outside a lecture room in which Mr Ridgeway was fighting a losing battle with a class of first-year A-level students who didn’t want to hear what he thought about Bismark. ‘Who said anything about encouraging students to read any particular books?’ he asked above the din.
    Mr Scudd’s eyes narrowed. ‘I don’t think